the desk



I read, write letters, journal, draw, dream, paint, photograph and pour over thoughts while sitting at my desk.  After a long and hard day, I sit and my desk and think and write and read and remember (okay and sometimes I get really nostalgic). My desk where I create and dream; it is an fountain of inspiration.  I flip through pages and scratch pencil strokes on to paper over it. I bead and thread needles and whisper to myself and I re-write and re-write again on it.

My realization: A desk is simple little thing, but it's complexity lies in what happens over it; desks have indulged in carrying out secrets and have provided a place of ease for centuries.

Do you have a special desk where you read and write?

xo, Acacia